[ of course she follows. stubborn, determined, she was born with these traits from a woman she barely knows (and a father she wonders if she'll ever meet, now) even if she does not know where they come from. they walk through the trees until the woods get thicker around them, the sky above blotted out by canopies that close in on them.
even still, the woman's steps do not falter. rey's hand trembles around the hilt at her side, but she does not draw it. not yet. not now. ]
I want to know.
[ she has always wanted. she has never believed she was anyone special, and still doesn't know if it was true, but she wants to know her family more than anything else. wants to know, and wants to belong. ]
I know your father. He is a good man, the best man I have ever known.
[ it is only a handful of words, but it is impossible for jyn to disguise how much she loves him. maybe if they had stayed in the rebellion with their little family, if they had had a chance, she would still be able to force her voice into the same neutrality that had kept their romance secret on base, but that neutrality had been left behind with their daughter. ]
He was a rebel. That is what first brought us here. He was closer to Leia than I was. [ lies. jyn and leia were very close, but cassian and leia were more alike so over the years jyn has turned that into a deeper friendship. ]
[ the history of the resistance — what was the rebellion, what has now blossomed into something more steadfast, something with a symbol and a purpose and a bonafide collection of generals and leaders — has never been something anyone has spent much time on. no one has sat down to teach rey the history of what came before. there simply hasn't been time.
so she doesn't recognize the name, but that doesn't mean anything. that doesn't mean the name doesn't mean anything, either. she just doesn't know enough to decide either way.
besides, it doesn't much matter, does it? he means something, by virtue of being her something — her father, an idea that still socks her in the gut, leaves her momentarily speechless, as if trying to fit that reality into her worldview is like relearning how to breathe. and maybe it is, because if going off the way the woman says his name (like a prayer, like a confessional, like the best word she knows) then that connection ought to be more obvious still. ]
And you?
[ what are you, rey wants to ask. but she settles on something else. ]
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even still, the woman's steps do not falter. rey's hand trembles around the hilt at her side, but she does not draw it. not yet. not now. ]
I want to know.
[ she has always wanted. she has never believed she was anyone special, and still doesn't know if it was true, but she wants to know her family more than anything else. wants to know, and wants to belong. ]
Did you know them?
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[ it is only a handful of words, but it is impossible for jyn to disguise how much she loves him. maybe if they had stayed in the rebellion with their little family, if they had had a chance, she would still be able to force her voice into the same neutrality that had kept their romance secret on base, but that neutrality had been left behind with their daughter. ]
He was a rebel. That is what first brought us here. He was closer to Leia than I was. [ lies. jyn and leia were very close, but cassian and leia were more alike so over the years jyn has turned that into a deeper friendship. ]
He's called Cassian.
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so she doesn't recognize the name, but that doesn't mean anything. that doesn't mean the name doesn't mean anything, either. she just doesn't know enough to decide either way.
besides, it doesn't much matter, does it? he means something, by virtue of being her something — her father, an idea that still socks her in the gut, leaves her momentarily speechless, as if trying to fit that reality into her worldview is like relearning how to breathe. and maybe it is, because if going off the way the woman says his name (like a prayer, like a confessional, like the best word she knows) then that connection ought to be more obvious still. ]
And you?
[ what are you, rey wants to ask. but she settles on something else. ]
Were you a rebel too?